Download “Versailles.”
I remember desolate trips to Versailles,
I remember wondering why,
I kept working to pay the bills of this ménage.
So I dissolved a bit,
My own isolationist,
Someone I had scarcely ever seen before.
In the evening, sometimes we rode,
Before you turned to one of those,
Once familiar, now-indifferent souls.
But, oh, the evening,
Where’s the evening go?
I remember when the money came in,
And we lost ourselves again,
In a spinning haze, a lovers’ paradise.
I forgot about my stomach’s pit,
Danced as though I couldn’t feel it,
Acted like life should just come easily.
But, oh, the evening,
Come on, evening, back to me.
This not so familiar sky,
I thought it would be scarier,
I thought that I might die,
But I won’t die,
I won’t die,
I won’t die,
Not for you.
Download “Up the Stairs.”
Well, it was the two of us, my nose at the window of the bus. We were dreaming fiercely of life. We were guessing which guesses were right. And the years were numbered by songs and blame that doesn’t stay where it belongs. And I leaned my bike against your house; you said, “If you don’t tell, no one will find out.”
The same way that you would pick a peach, and all the things you can’t unteach. I had no clue that I would ever find out some things can only be dreamt about. Still, those days when it’s just lawn and sky and your eyes—well, isn’t that a lie?
When you led me up the stairs and I made sure to watch your feet, to make sure you weren’t floating, because I felt like I was floating. When you led me up the stairs and I made sure to watch your feet, to make sure you weren’t floating, because I felt like I was floating away.
Download “Haunts.”
I wrote you your favorite song; now I sing it all day long, and I’d like to sing your favorite song to you.
So tell me how it came to pass—how something big went gone so fast—and why, like me, you don’t want to find it, too.
Please advise, please see below—where I cracked the rib, where I kissed the nose—and explain just what’s left to want.
But, from a perch, perception fell. You found you liked me not so well, and I found the ghost of loneliness haunts.
If I catch you screaming,
A tear falling from your eye,
I won’t consult the demon,
Who wrestles with the why.
I wrote you your favorite song; now I sing it all day long, and I’d like to sing your favorite song to you.
“Zack Morris” [Download]
“Two Trees” [Download]
“Lightbulb” [Download]
“Boom”
“Pilgrims”
“Toothbrush”
“Read Me 100 Books”
“An Old Couple in a Caravan”
“I Wake Up”
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